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Eighty-two
A faint voice filters into my ear, my eyelids flutter open and I am blessed with a vision of Brandon leaning over me with pouted lips. His hand stroking a side of my face freezes, he smiles when I stretch like a cat and my mouth parts wide open to release a yawn.
I swipe the hair falling into my eyes, he gawks at me like I did something extraordinary. I giggle, feeling shy and my hands search for the duvet to cover my nakedness but I can't find it. One look at the bed and I see he has changed the sheet and cleaned me up.
My gaze fixates on his bare chest, lowers to his biker shorts and I purse my lips. Okay, I might have overslept but it's on him. My teeth sink into my lip at the reminder of our lovemaking, fucking--whatever best describes it--and shyness creeps up on me. A brush of his fingers on my nipples, I feel them standing at attention again, wanting for more.
His head dips to my neck, he whispers against my
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